The Avenged (A Detective Series of Crime and Suspense Thrillers)

(Book 1)

Alex Cross isn’t the only detective in D.C.


When a calculating sniper opens fire into Dupont Circle's crowded park, Detective Jacob Hayden leads an intense manhunt for the kind of killer that he's never faced before.


Meanwhile, prominent D.C. Superior Court Judge, Frank Peters, comes under investigation when an associate is murdered. Judge Peters is known to be a hot head, and the last thing you want is to be on his bad side.


Follow the investigations and see how the sniper and the judge lead Jacob to a path that ends either with justice or revenge.


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Except - Prologue


COLD PELLETS OF RAIN fall from the night sky and a brisk winter wind blows through the air, causing Detective Jacob Hayden’s body to shiver. In his right hand is a black Ruger 380 handgun, which he holds by his side as he fiercely stares into the eyes of the man he’s about to murder. He’s never killed anyone before. The falling rain stings open wounds along his arms and torso. His torn white T-shirt is soaked and clinging to his body with blotches of red blood stains from where he was sliced with a knife.

Jacob takes a step closer to the man and raises the cold mass of steel that’s wrapped in his hand. The rain falls harder, smacking him in the face and camouflaging the hot tears that fall from his eyes. This ends tonight. Everything ends now. All he needs to do is squeeze the trigger and the gun will blast, ending his struggle and torment. Yet, something inside of him fights back. Deep in the corner of his mind, he hears the echoing words that tell him justice can still be served. No, it can’t. Despite the fact that revenge is the whispering rationale that plagues his inner soul, his conscience keeps him from doing what needs to be done.

He extends his arms and steadies his aim, resting his finger on the trigger. Maybe this isn’t the only way? After everything that’s happened to him and after all that he’s been through, he suddenly doubts himself. He tensely lowers the gun, confused by his own emotions. As he does, the man he’s been chasing for the past five months, bruised and beaten up, suddenly smirks.

“I knew you didn’t have the balls to do it, you pansy.”

Jacob’s brows curl and white rage suddenly demolishes any doubt. His skin reddens as he sharply extends the Ruger once again. He clenches his jaw, but the deep wounds that have torn at his heart scream to be released.

“You don't deserve to live!” Jacob yells, more to convince himself than to reassure his enemy.

The man’s smirk widens to a full smile and then he spits at Jacob. “So now you’re going to be the big bad cop and shoot me? Is that it? You ain’t nothin’ but a piece of scum the garbage man left behind.”

Jacob becomes engulfed with blind rage and swings his right leg, kicking the man between the legs. The man grunts and topples to the ground in pain.

“I should kill you right now, you son of a bitch. You took everything from me!”

Jacob raises and aims the gun. The man climbs back to his knees and eventually stands in a hunched-over position, holding his crotch. He coughs and then slowly stands to his full height. With rain pellets beating him in the face, his cold eyes speak before his mouth opens.

“And I’d do it all over again if I could.”

The lasts words are too much for Jacob to handle. He yells as a rush of adrenaline bursts through his veins, causing his finger to squeeze the trigger. He continues squeezing, each bang becoming more deafening than the first, until there are no more bullets left to shoot. As the riveting sound from the jolting gun slowly dies and the adrenaline eases away, his eyes gloss over with fear as he stares at the end of the barrel, confused by what he just did.